She grabs her coffee. In the process to return. A voice hitting her eardrums.
"Wait a minute… Ms. Lee!" Han Gyeol fiddles with his silver watch.
Jennifer turns and gazes at him. "Yes? Mr. Choi?"
[What could it be that he wants to say?]
"May I ask you something?" His teeth gnawing his lips nervously.
[Right, I'll need to initiate conversations if I want to form more connections.]
With a nod, Jennifer looks at him in anticipation.
His fingers twirl around his ID card, "Am I… doing a good job?"
[This sounds so pathetic. Why did you say that stupid?!]
He has no idea what caused him to say that. Was is something about her eyes or was it her striking aura? Was she secretly...a vixen?
"Wait, you don't have to answer-"
She responded immediately, "You're doing well so far. Fret not."
"Oh and another thing, may I know what your rank in the department is?" his fingers find his chin, eyes sparkling.
Her gaze travels to her eyes, lips, and then eyes again, and then she replies, "I'm the senior organizational psychologist."
"I was in charge of training younger psychologists who then train different team managers."
"O…oh interesting." He nods in respect.
[W-wait...is she-]
Her gaze makes him feel a jolt of nervousness. His judgment clouded.
"W…why are you looking at my lips!?"
She tilts her head in confusion, "You don't read others' lips when talking?"
This fills Han Gyeol's mind with a storm of embarrassment. This feeling is even worse than accidentally calling your teacher "mom".
[Did I misread her?]
[And why the hell am I behaving like this around her?]
His cheeks tinge with crimson. His steps finding the other way. He bursts out of the room like a bullet from a gun.
Watching his reaction, Jennifer ends up cracking a smile and snorts a bit which further ignites her laughter.
She shakes her head , "People are so confusing!".
A while later, she visits CEO Choi to report to him about the performance of the employees.
"So everything is going well so far. One of them has proved to be quite skillful." Her voice grazed with intrigue.
"That is reassuring to hear. Thanks, you may take your leave."
Nodding her head, she exits the room and makes her way to her office.
Han Gyeol on the other hand, contemplates his choice of words and actions. He tries to focus on his work but the thought of that misunderstanding keeps on haunting him like mathematical equations. He shakes his head to get himself together.
[I shouldn't have stormed out like this... she's my senior.]
[What do I do now?]
A text creeps up on his phone saying, "When are you coming oppa?" It's certainly from his significant other. The epitome of materialism.The one but not the only, Tae Mi.
"Hmm… It might be unprofessional to use my phone during work hours. I should just let it go."
A picture of Elsass pops up in his head making him smirk.
A few hours pass as the workday reaches its end. Jennifer feels as if she has been zombified due to sensory distress. She grits her teeth, "I swear if anyone talks to me right now… I'll explode like a volcano and lose it all!". Avoiding any possible human interaction, she throws herself in her car and drives away before anyone drives her crazy.
After stretching a bit, he packs up for the day and walks towards his car. The interior of the car is darker than certain someone's future. The shiny black exterior is decorated with a few Formula 1 stickers.
He sits down and prepares himself for what the future holds for him.
"Does she love me or is it all a hoax? I just want to be loved…" he lets a deep sigh out and his shoulders slump.
He arrives at the verseeche store and picks up the bag his girlfriend wanted. He pulls out his black card and pays for the item. He heads towards a house.
[I don't know weather this is anxiety or butterflies.]
Moving towards the north, her house arrives but he doesn't know that things might go south…
He knocks on the door while holding the shopping bag in his hand. A woman in her 20s opens the door. She has ginger hair contrasting her hooded, emerald eyes. Her body and nose are slim and her jawline is sharper than a blade.
"Look who we have here, finally" her smile unsettlingly enchanting.
Han Gyeol sits on the couch hands the bag to her, "This is the one you wanted right, Tae mi?". She grins ear to ear and looks at it with a sparkle in her eye. "Thank you, Babe!".
Her attention seems to be diverted towards the bag more than him making him feel a bit jealous. Never in his life, had he thought that he'd wish to be a bag so desperately.
[This feels horrible. Maybe even worse.]
"Tae Mi… do you love me?"
"What kind of question is this, babe?" She flicks her tongue
"Anyways, tell me how pretty I look?" Tae Mi takes a seat next to him.
In deep thought, Han Gyeol doesn't seem to listen to her.
She shakes me by his shoulder roughly, "Come on tell me that I look pretty!".
The following words strike a nerve and take Han Gyeol back to his past. His hands begin to shake and he can feel his heart throbbing. His eyes flutter across the room and he feels as if his words are stuck in his throat.
His mind plays the following imagery… A middle-aged woman applies red lipstick which smears out of her lip line and she shakes him violently. She says, "Tell me that I look pretty!".
Han Gyeol feels his senses dulled out. The dense air combines with nausea and a throbbing head.